“Music festivals are a great opportunity to beat your vital organs into submission like they’re in the octagon with Ronda Rousey. Ostensibly serving as a substance abuse grand prix, fests can be awful for your body in other ways too. Inactivity due to passing out in random mud pits, holding still for selfies and ingesting deep-fried fuel that smells like fat-shaming won’t help you keep up on your fitness.” Click here to read more at everfest.com

I frosted my tips, rhinestone’d my tees, and got legitimately upset when the popular vote of TRL got the number one spot wrong by giving a NuMetal act the top prize–cue that blockhead Carson Daly quipping about doing it all for the Nookie. I used to be boy band as fuck–thanks to my high school girlfriend loving that shit and me not really having the self-esteem to have opinions/tastes of my own.

I was #TeamJC before the hashtag “Team(InsertTweenDemiGodHere)” was a thing. In an effort to seem cooler than I was, I adopted a third-fiddle vocal group 98 Degrees as my favorite, but if we’re real talking here, I was an *NSYNC frontrunner like the lot of us. JT’s baby blues bling’d brighter than dhose bedazzled bandanas emirite? Read More…